what else is there to do?
When not being midwifish - for example this week - I:
Am compulsive:
–> ate homeade chicken soup for 8 meals in a row. Not from one batch. Nor from one batch of groceries. ahem. Is it a bad sign when the cashier at the checkout notices you’ve bought the same ingredients twice in one week?
–> ate homeade chicken soup for 8 meals in a row. Not from one batch. Nor from one batch of groceries. ahem. Is it a bad sign when the cashier at the checkout notices you’ve bought the same ingredients twice in one week?
Am literary:
–> read several books, only one of which was on breastfeeding. So there (unless you count Christina Rosetti’s Goblin Market as breastfeeding, which you really, really shouldn’t).
–> read several books, only one of which was on breastfeeding. So there (unless you count Christina Rosetti’s Goblin Market as breastfeeding, which you really, really shouldn’t).
Am slothful:
–> 11 hours is a nice length of time to sleep. Plus the naps of course. Especially the ones in the bath. Prunily pleasant.
–> 11 hours is a nice length of time to sleep. Plus the naps of course. Especially the ones in the bath. Prunily pleasant.
Am thwarted:
–> despite excellent attempts, my track record for re-selling uselessly expensive textbooks remains at universe: ad infinitum, me: 1. Furthermore, the one victory can’t even be enjoyed properly because it wasn’t my textbook; I just sold it to be spiteful (justified!).
Am productive:
–> so it appears you’re supposed to actually run those errands. Intriguing.
Am feverish:
–> if I knit all the wool I own into things, it will take up less space in my suitcase. Right?
–> if I knit all the wool I own into things, it will take up less space in my suitcase. Right?
Am pressured:
–> my lovely (male) relation claims “if you can convince me, i wont buy a gun”. Splendid, I needed something to get all soap-boxy and critical about in my time off.
Am irresponsible:
–> where is my cell phone? who knows! Why is there a giant daikon radish on the backseat of my car? probably because the creepy man at the grocery store suggested I buy it and I did so in an attempt to evade further conversation with him. . . he has white clown hair!
Am vastly complex and fascinating:
–> or, well, you know. . . I like to think my inner machinations are thusly. Ca va?
Ah, see. . .there is plenty else to do
even if it is all a little lacking in bodily fluids
July 17th, 2007 at 7:05 am
cannot for the life of me locate your e-mail, would love to talk. Here’s mine:
louisawales@hotmail.com
Xx L
July 18th, 2007 at 12:52 am
I am also in the wool dilemna. Part of my solution is to knit it into things that I can give to people here. But time is running very short and there is too much left…and it’s so pretty…I know it will be just perfect for some project…some day…
July 25th, 2007 at 4:01 am
Oh jeez, maybe I need to start learning how to knit! It seems like such a midwifey thing to do- haha! At the very least will it help me feel more comfortable with suturing??? Although I am thinking that yarn and the perineum have a lsightly different texture!
Greetings from a new blogger and a new midwife!
July 25th, 2007 at 5:13 pm
prunily pleasant-luv it! so glad to hear you’re enjoying your time of rest;)